The Joy of Motherhood?!?!?

This morning started off terrible.  The time change yesterday was just the start of it.  Derek woke up at 5:50, just as Howard was leaving for work.  I took him back in his room and rocked him and put him back in bed hoping he'd go back to sleep for a little bit longer.  No such luck.  Ten minutes later he was back in my room, so I told him to lay on his dad's side of the bed and rest because everyone else was asleep (or at least trying to be asleep).  He just wouldn't settle down, and then he threw-up.  That was the first time.  By the time I got all of the bedding in the washing machine he'd thrown up twice more.  Absolutely delightful.  This just kept up all the while I was trying to get Karlie ready for school, and Brayden cried every time I had to put him down to clean up another mess.  I've lost count of how many times Derek has thrown up now it's been so many.  I've got so much laundry to do now, and the problem is getting it done with a sick child clinging to you and a crying infant who wants attention and a four-year-old in the middle of it trying to see what's going on.  I'm worried about Derek, he definitely isn't feeling well at all.  Thankfully he seems to be taking a good nap.  Hopefully he'll feel a little better when he wakes up.

I'm glad that I was at least able to get a little bit done while Karlie was at school.  Brayden slept most of the time allowing me to get bread made and the kitchen cleaned up at least.  I haven't been feeling well at all either and would really like to sleep for about a week at this point.  Hopefully everyone will go to sleep well tonight so that I can go to bed early. 

I love being a mother, but I think taking care of a sick child has to be one of the hardest thing a mom has to deal with, when they're young and don't understand especially.  It's even more difficult when you feel sleep deprived and sick yourself to have the patience to deal with the extra care they need let alone the mess.  I hope that Derek gets feeling better quickly, and most importantly pray that the baby doesn't get this.  While I consider being a mother a joy for the most part, this definitely has not been a joyful thing to deal with.